Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. And Demenethol does not exist, only in my mind, sadly.

Note: I know it's going to be sort of hard to imagine Hannibal doing these things to Clarice and Claudia in the coming chapters. But, I just had this idea and had to get it out. Besides, he's a psychopath, anything's possible. Muhahahaha, now on to the story.

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"It has begun."

"No!" Clarice shrieked again as she thrashed about on the bed. The ropes digging deeper into her arms until it made her bleed.

The noise brought Dr. Lecter from his reverie. He turned away from the window and determinedly walked towards Clarice. Grabbing her chin forcefully between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her tear-stained face up towards him.

"Listen to me Clarice, and listen well. I have loved you for many years. I used to think that I could convince you accept your feelings as well and love me. When that didn't work I had to resort to drugs and hypnotism. You haven't needed either of those things for quite sometime and I stupidly believed that deep down you really did love me and the life we had together."

Clarice glared up at him and spit into his face.

"You're Horrible and a filthy pig. I Hate You-!"

He shoved her back down on the bed and turned around, wiping the spit off his face, disgusted.

"Yes, I surmised as much when you tried to shoot me." Hannibal sneered.

"Are you really so Surprised?! I know somewhere in that head of yours, you know what you do is wrong."

"Wrong? There is no right or wrong, Clarice. Only decisions that incite action which incite reaction."

"Your warped world view is no excuse!"

"Hmm, well what's your excuse for murdering your own son, Clarice?"

"I was trying to shoot You, It was an Accident!"

"Yes, well that is a very good excuse, I think. However, our daughter will remember the event quite differently."

"Remember it? She wasn't even there! She won't believe you!"

"Clarice, you don't know much about the powers of the mind, do you? I was able to take one lapse in your moral armor and turn that into your complete obedience to me for Eight years. Who knows what I could accomplish in an impressionable child who's just had a very traumatic experience."

"You wouldn't, she's your daughter!"

"I don't see why you're finding this so hard to believe, Clarice. Did you think that my capability for vindictiveness ended with you, my dear?"

Before Clarice was able to answer she heard Claudia calling out for her father.

"Well Clarice, I guess we're going to have to cut our little chat short. I'm needed elsewhere. Don't worry I'll let the proper authorities know of your whereabouts once Claudia and I have left. Ta Ta."

Dr. Lecter shut the door behind him, not looking back once.

Clarice screamed out her frustration, struggling fruitlessly against her bindings.

As Dr. Lecter shut the door he saw his daughter running towards him down the hallway.

"shh, it's all right." he crooned picking her up and walking her down towards her room on the other side of the large home.

"Pa-papa I s-saw." Claudia tried to speak but her sobs kept interrupting her.

"It's ok, now what happened?" he asked as he tenderly laid her on her large canopy bed.

"It's Louis, h-he's...hurt."

"oh he's not hurt." Dr. Lecter reassured, gently brushing her reddish brown from her face.

"He's not hurt?!" Claudia exclaimed, brightening immediately.

"No honey, he's dead."

Claudia's smile immediately faded.

"He's dead?"

"Yes, your mother shot him. Don't you remember?"

"umm.."

"It's ok, don't strain yourself. Why don't you take a little nap, that may help. Here I'll make you something to help you sleep, one moment."

Dr. Lecter got up and quickly went to his study and got out the hallucinogenic drugs he had used on Clarice during their first year together. His favorite one was Demenethol, it was a clear powder substance that could be mixed with any liquid. It induced a mild delirious state and made the person highly susceptible to persuasion. But the reason why he chose it for his daughter was that it had a side effect of grogginess.

"This will do quite nicely." He mixed it with some water and carried the glass back up to Claudia's room.

"Here, darling. Drink this."

Claudia took the glass and unquestioningly drank the liquid, her large innocent eyes staring up at her father devotedly.

"Papa, will Louis be o.k. when I wake up?"

"No, he's dead. You'll need to accept that in order to remember everything clearly, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, papa."

"Ok, Just dream and when you awake you'll remember everything clearly."

But Claudia was already drifting off to sleep. When Dr. Lecter recognized the steady breathing associated with REM he began to tell her a story.

"Today was a very bad day, Claudia. You awoke as usual and you went down the street to play with your friends. After daddy got off of work he went to pick you up. When you walked into the house you felt very afraid. Mommy was Very angry. She didn't want to be with your daddy anymore. Daddy was disappointed and tried to stop her from leaving them, but that only mad her angrier. She wanted to kill daddy, because she had come to hate him. But she thought that was too nice for him so she killed Louis and was about to kill you too. Thankfully daddy took the gun away from mommy and saved you. And now everything going to be all right, isn't it?"

Claudia nodded in her sleep, her eyes moving swiftly underneath her lids. Creating a memory that never really happened.

Dr. Lecter smiled. After a couple of more sessions like these he was sure she would no longer be able to distinguish her dream from reality.

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